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Post by Kalonov Dyne on Oct 28, 2009 4:45:44 GMT -5
i can't play anymore. Kill or take my character
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Post by Escachick357 on Oct 30, 2009 5:41:49 GMT -5
July lowered the gun and turned around to face the zombies heading towards her. There were two that she could see and were both taken down with a quick bullet to the head. She heard another one from the direction, but was unable to see it. There was slow shuffling and moans, but where was it coming from?
She took a few steps towards the sound and found the source. A zombie with an apparent broken spine was shuffling with its hands, trying to head towards July. Part of the spine was sticking out of the skin and some bites were surrounding the spine and legs. It looked pathetic. It was moving so slowly that anyone that got bitten by the zombie by any means than accidentally running into it without knowing it was there would have deserved to be bitten.
She chose to end the life of the crawler and save the lives of some stupid or unfortunate people. When the creature looked up at her, July fired a bullet into its open mouth. Skull and brains came out from the back of the head and the zombie stopped moving.
She turned back to the airman and didn't point her gun at him. Instead, she said in a monotone voice, "There ain't nothing in the building but useless junk and monsters. Might as well stay away." July then began walking down the alley, allowing the airman to follow her if he wished.
-July has left the pharmacy-
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Post by darkrising025 on Mar 1, 2011 17:01:09 GMT -5
Manuel gripped his wound as he stumbled into the pharmacy. Even though his bullet wound was patched up, the fight with the Leechman re-opened it. More than anything he needed pain pills and where else to go than a Pharamacy. The sign read Dale's Pharamacy, from what he could see there was no zombies or any form of infection. He made his way into the building with his M16 leveled. At first there was no sounds, which was a plus but soon enough a blood curdling screetch came from down the street. "Awh s***, this isn't good!" He shouted as he ran toward the door. Putting stress on his wound wasn't good, the pain made him colapse to one knee. Off in the distance there was a Licker and it seemed dead set on getting Manuel. Mr. Steele slowly got to his feet and made it to the doors, he looked up and saw shutters. He grabbed the shutter with one hand and slowly pulled it down. By time he finished that the Licker was five feet away from him. It lashed it's tongue at Manuel and he jumped back. He grabbed his side-arm and fired two rounds at the Licker, it hissed then made it's retreat. It will be back, they never just go away. Manuel thought. He walked over to the counter and jumped over to begin looking for pills. "Where in the f**k are the pain pills?"
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Post by .Merios on Mar 1, 2011 17:20:36 GMT -5
"In the back, sweet cheeks."
Oliver pushed open the door from behind the counter area, letting it swing back ajar as he stepped forward, his Browning leveled at the man and his mouth working on a piece of Solstice mint bubblegum, one ear bud hanging from his right ear. He slowly approached but stood a good 10 feet away, his index finger moving to the trigger. Intruding? Ha, the dude broke into his hiding place, leading a damn licker within. Smart move. Behind him there seemed to be a large screen television hooked up to a now-turned off generator with a plethora of discs strewn about the floor, pill bottles stacked neatly in the corner as well as a recliner propped neatly against the back wall.
"I was here first, dick."
Speaking like that to a total stranger probably didn't bode well for his survival, but he was never really brought up the right way. It's not like he wasn't a great guy, but when someone busts into your house bringing uninvited guests, it might tick you off just a little bit. That was his reason, and his rhyme. He tensed a bit, noticing the rifle in his hands. He knew how to use it, which spooked Oliver a bit. Clearly much older and experienced, he had to either make friends with this man or get the hell out of dodge. Either way, it was probably going to be messy at best.
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Post by darkrising025 on Mar 1, 2011 17:46:14 GMT -5
"Watch what you say kid. I'm not in the mood for loud mouth brats." Manuel snapped as he turned around. The kid behind him had a browning pointing directly at him. Manuel didn't flinch, it wasn't like he never had a gun pointed at him. Manuel leveled his pistol and placed his finger on the tigger. "I suggest you lower your gun. Your gun may have a higher rate of fire but it takes one bullet to kill someone" He said. The wound in his abdomen was begining to ache but Manuel couldn't show weakness. That always get someone killed. It's survival of the fittest here.
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Post by .Merios on Mar 1, 2011 18:17:45 GMT -5
Oliver scoffed and lowered his pistol, shrugging and turning around, heading back into his fortress in the back room and taking a few steps in, plopping down on the recliner and slipping the pistol into the holster on his right hip. His right hand wandered to the right side of the arm rest, fishing around and grasping the remote. He aimed it at the set and relaxed a bit back, hitting the power button as the tv flickered to life. The DVD player that was hooked up to it had an empty "Ghostbusters II" case beside it, the movie itself paused in mid-scene with the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. Ollie looked up for a second, over to the man. With a gesture, he motioned for him to come in.
"Meds behind me. Pain killers on the right, anti bacterial on the left and anything else in the pile in the corner."
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Post by darkrising025 on Mar 1, 2011 20:02:10 GMT -5
Manuel followed the man into the room and grabbed some pain pills. He quickly opened the bottle and grabbed three of them. Manuel gulped the pills down in breath. He read the bottle and it said it would take several minutes to take affect, in the meantime Manuel turned to the kid. "What are you doing here by yourself?" Manuel asked puzzled. Manuel didn't understand the ways of the people around here. Recently he saw a small female, no older than twenty fight a group of zombies and a leechman. This whole world was twisted beyond belief.
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Post by .Merios on Mar 2, 2011 3:06:22 GMT -5
Oliver moved to resume the movie, turning the volume down to a manageable level to still secure a conversation. The guy waltzed into the back room and rummaged about the pain pills, finding a few and swallowing them dry. Ugh. There was no way he could do that. Ollie sighed, reaching down and putting his hand on the mini-fridge half-hidden by the recliner's foot rest. It wouldn't open. He gave it a hard smack and the door swung ajar. His fingers snaked in and he retrieved a can of emergency water he had secured while raiding a shelter. He turned to face the man, tossing the bottle of water to him.
"Why not? Can't really rely on strangers to hang out."
He turned back around, bringing the volume up a notch. "Case in point.."He mumbled, letting out a bit of a laugh as a humorous line was spouted by Venkman on the television. Oliver made a grimace and stuck his tongue out, grasping the piece of gum from his mouth and reaching down for a energy bar wrapper he conveniently had lying around and wrapped it up in the plastic, tossing it across the room into the rubbish bin- he missed terribly. He shrugged, relaxing back in the chair, lacing his fingers behind his head.
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Post by darkrising025 on Mar 4, 2011 0:57:35 GMT -5
"Well dont you think this place is a tad bit dangerous?" Manuel said. Just as he said that there was a banging noise in the front of the store. Manuel grabbed his M16 and walked to the front of the store, there was several zombies smacking their dead limbs on the shutters. One of them had gotten it's arm wedged in between one of the opening. It kept moving it's arm around until it snapped. Manuel knew that in a matter minutes they would break it down. He leveled his rifle and fired two shots. Then fell back into the room. "Uh, whatever your name is we gotta go. Now!" He shouted.
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Post by .Merios on Mar 4, 2011 2:09:31 GMT -5
"Well don't you think this place is a tad bit dangerous?"
Oliver thought for a moment. No one had ever asked him a question like that. Hell, no one's really talked to him much about his actions and/or their consequences. Without answering, Oliver gave the man a shrug and went to turn up the tv. Within seconds, a loud bang erupted from the front of the shop, echoing back to their location in the back room. Obviously, he paused the movie, listening for a second as Manuel snatched up his M16 and rushed out of the room. Taking his cue, Ollie leaped up from his recliner and moved his hand down to the Browning on his hip, unsnapping the velcro piece over the grip and resting his palm on the hilt.
Gunshots.
He withdrew the weapon, taking a step in front of the television and moving his left hand to his right, grasping the weapon with both hands as he brought it upwards, his grip tightening as suspense set in. Sweat slowly beaded it's way through his furrowing brow, waiting. Within moments, the man from earlier stepped back into the room, making Oliver sweep the weapon upward and level the sights at the door in response. He gave a sigh of relief when he saw it wasn't an undead beast or a masked gunman.
"Uh, whatever your name is we gotta go. Now!"
The man was shouting. Something was up. Oliver quickly nodded, shifting about the room and collecting his things- backpack, weapons. Among other things, he piled a few bottles in pills into his backpack and zipped it up, throwing it over his shoulder and buckling the snap. He turned to the man, nodding as if signaling he was good to go. He pushed past him, leaning out with his pistol to see the front of the door over the counter- the shudders were beginning to fail.
SNAP
The shudder's restraints fell to the onslaught of the horde. The numbers were too many- Oliver just didn't have enough time to count the decayed bodies as they tripped over one another, pouring underneath the now-rising shudders. The stench was near-overwhelming as they piled in. He brought his pistol up and squeezed the trigger rapidly, moving down the area behind the counter and out into the lobby, stopping after five rounds and moving to the left side of the door, making his way across the short span of floor, making his way towards the door marked "Emergency" not even 15 feet from him, which he learned lead to a back alleyway.
"Name's Oliver, by the way!" He spurted out between jagged breaths, a bit weighed down by his gear.
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Post by darkrising025 on Mar 4, 2011 2:51:03 GMT -5
Manuel watched as Oliver rushed out of the door. He looked back to the horde of zombies coming in from the front of the store. Manuel fired several rounds, they didn't hit the target like he thought. His aim must be off, Manuel froze. Was it the gun? Or was it himself? He didn't have enough time to think it over, the horde was getting closer. Manuel took a deep breath and ran toward the door. When Manuel began to run to the door something caught his foot making him trip. He caught himself because he knew that he was going to fall. He bent he knees and rolled forward, narrowly missing the dumpster in front of him. Moments after that Oliver said something.
" Names Oliver by the way!" Manuel looked at Oliver and smiled, he didn't seem like that bad of a guy. Manuel figured that he couldn't be tied in with the Information Man. If Oliver was, he would have no choice to kill him. Like with that Preston guy, the one that saved him, he felt like this guy was okay. Manuel actually saw a little bit of Preston in Oliver. Manuel thought that they were in the clear but the Licker from earlier had returned. It let out a small snarl and lashed it's tongue at Manuel.
Manuel dodged the attack, by tucking and rolling. His lower abdomen wound reopened as he rolled. He dropped his M16 and fumbled to grab his side arm. He was in a great deal of pain at the moment, that was the was the reason that he couldn't grab his weapon. Manuel finally was able to pull the pistol out of it's holster. Manuel managed to fire a couple of rounds. None of them hit the Licker, due to the fact that his vision was becoming blurred. Manuel closed his left eye and fired more precise shots. Those rounds actually hit the Licker. Most of the rounds hit it in the front legs. He pulled the trigger until it clicked and the slide shot back signaling that it was empty. "Oliver a little bit of help here?" Manuel said right before the Licker attempted it's follow up attack.
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Post by .Merios on Mar 4, 2011 3:27:29 GMT -5
As Manuel tumbled to the ground, Oliver glanced back briefly to see a Licker burst out of hiding, lashing it's lengthy tongue at the man. Seeing Manuel roll, Oliver quickly brought his pistol up, lifting the sights at the creature. He froze. The man squeezed off the remaining round in his own weapon before it dry-fired. The click brought Oliver back into reality."Right!"
His right index finder slid over the trigger and he squeezed off three rounds, jogging towards his fallen comrade. Not worrying where the bullets hit, he slipped the weapon back into it's holster on his hip and brought his right hand to his left thigh, withdrawing the stun rod. As the Licker reared back, Oliver flicked the weapon out to the side, the steel telescoping out into it's full 26 inches, a loud POP signaled the release of excess electrical charge arcing down the length of the steel. He tensed as the licker whipped it's head to the side and unrolled it's tongue, lashing out at Manuel.
With a swift movement, Oliver quickly brought the rod down vertically and smacked the tongue, with the steel coming in contact with the slimy, slippery tongue the electrical discharge popped as the muscle wrapped around the steel baton. Bad move. With a twist, Oliver wrapped the tongue even further around the baton, the electrical discharge beginning to make the flesh pop and sizzle, a bit of acrid smoke wafting into the air as the monster attempted to pull away. Oliver pulled his arm back, now caught in a grapple with the monster's tongue. He'd faced these before, he knew what they could do.
He knelt down using his free left hand to reach into his right shoe and withdraw a pocket knife which he deftly flipped out. He twisted the baton a bit, making the creature recoil forward and stumble towards him and Manuel. Oliver gripped the knife hard and made a broad sweeping motion at the tongue, the blade slicing through the hot flesh like butter, sending a streak of crimson into the air as the Licker let out a piercing screech, scrambling backwards as the tongue sucked back up into it's mouth. With a move of his right thumb, he deactivated the electricity on the baton, wiggling it a bit and letting the steel drop back into the hilt of the weapon, the tongue dropping onto Manuel's lap with a wet slap.
Ollie looked to the monster, it was fleeing. Again.
"Gotta show 'em who's boss." He flicked the knife back in, slipping it into his boot and sheathing the baton.
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Post by darkrising025 on Mar 4, 2011 3:49:11 GMT -5
Manuel watched as Oliver fought the Licker with ease. He hadn't seen someone fight a Licker like that, Manuel was dumbfound how a kid could combat that creature with ease. Infact, he hadn't seen no one fight a Licker like that. The pain in his chest had finally subsided, allowing him to move without restriction. The Merc rose to his feet and tried to wipe of the mess that the Licker left on his lap. The creature's tongue fell to the floor and he placed his foot on the tonuge. With a quick movement of his boot, Manuel grinded the tongue into the asphalt. Manuel walked over to his gun and picked it up. Manuel examined the M16 and saw that there was a notch in the butt from where he tossed it. He opened the M203 chamber and slid a new round into it. After he reloaded it, Manuel slapped a round into his Smith and Wesson 1911. The slide thrusted forward chambering a new round. Now that he was done with his reloadin, Manuel turned to Oliver. "What should we do now? Seeing how your base is overrun with zombies and they should be wondering out at any second?" He asked looking toward Oliver.
[red]On the top of the pharamcy sat a recently released creature. His master semt him into the city to create havok. To murder unrelentlessly, mainly to test out it's functions. Rage had been there since the encounter with the Licker, at this point. He was interested by the two humans, mostly the smaller one. The Larger one didn't seem that much of a threat. Rage's tongue hung out of it's mouth the tip of it touched the rooftop. Rage watched waiting for the two men to move along. He didn't want to make his precense known yet. That wouldn't be fun. In all of the fun that this hunt was promising it, lacked one aspect. Females, Rage hadn't killed one in several days since it's release.[/red]
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Post by .Merios on Mar 5, 2011 0:41:59 GMT -5
Seeing man start to stand, Oliver sidestepped. Manuel began reloading his weapons, which probably sounded like a good idea. Issue was, Oliver didn't have magazines to spare. He brought his hand down and withdrew his Browning, hitting the slide release and bringing the mag up and tapping it on the side of the grip, tightening any loose rounds knocking around inside the plastic. Seven left. With a quick movement, he reached his fingers up and pulled back the slide. One in the chamber. Oliver sighed, slapping the mag back into the pistol and dropped it back into it's holster, tightening the velcro over the grip.
"What should we do now? Seeing how your base is overrun with zombies and they should be wondering out at any second?"
He looked up, raising his right eyebrow. "Welp.."He said, placing his hands on his hips and spinning around, looking down the length of the alleyway and then turning back to the man, shrugging.
"Looks like we find a new hideout. We can't stay out in the open, and night time's the best time to get moving."
Oliver reached into his left jacket pocket, withdrawing his pack of gum and sliding a foiled piece out, unwrapping it and tossing it into his mouth. He didn't offer the man any. Greedy bastard. He spun around, looking back down the alleyway, the only real way out.
"That way, I guess. Apple Inn's down the road, we can head that way. 'Still pretty much intact since the last time I seen it."
He started walking, his right hand floating to his right jacket pocket as he withdrew a single white ear bud and placed it in his ear, his hang wandering back into the pocket as he fished around inside, playing with something. Within seconds, muffled music began flowing from the ear bud, not loud enough to understand but just enough to know something was playing. He began to bob his head a bit, his eyes wandering around the alley as he walked, scanning the area for any hidden dangers; albeit distracted.
[Oliver has left the area]
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